So while doing mat retrieval I took the opportunity and dragged some of the remaining treasures from the house to the barn with the truck as the real estate agent had called today to discuss last minute closing arrangements for Friday (the champagne is chilling). Meanwhile the man discussed the state of the lobster fishery while decompressing in the sauna – not only decadent he says but great for rubbing in to the other lobster buyer he was chatting with. He quickly collapsed into bed and the snoring began within 3 minutes – not his personal best but not bad!
Tomorrow is the first day of the season in District 34 as it was delayed for weather so the boats are permitted out at 5 a.m. to set traps. I was eavesdropping on the Capt. of the house giving last minute instructions to his 20 yr old invincible son on safety for tomorrow “now you be careful, just stand back and let it go, look out for yourself on deck with all those trawls, yes I know you’re smart aboard the boat and you’ve gone down here with just two of you but this is a whole new game up there, just watch yourself Bub ok?” I smiled as I thought of the discussions he and his own father used to have during lobstering and realized (although it’s been thus for a few years) the cycle has been completed again. As I commented on the fatherly instructions he grinned and said that he’s sure the father of the Capt. is having the same chat with him this evening as in “you watch out for those boys on deck there” as the Capt. is under 30, and the other hired man is no more than 25. Mind you all these lads have been lobstering since they were small – our son used to go in the boat with his father at age 3 with a rope tied to his lifejacket fastening him to the edge of the wheelhouse. Try to stop him from getting in the truck headed to the wharf and it wasn’t pretty.
Yesterday I stopped at the library for a friend’s husband who was waiting for a book he’d ordered in. Apparently he was less than impressed with the vampire novel he was reading called Fangland – I thought who could have guessed from a title like that eh? My friend had little sympathy stating “Anyone who requests a book called Fangland, then is disappointed in it deserves it”
In a nod to nurse humor (as there are a few of that job description in the loyal blog reading list) this was forwarded by an OHN colleague:
A highway patrolman was rushed to the hospital with an inflamed appendix. The doctors operated and advised him that all was well.However, the patrolman kept feeling something pulling at the hairs in the lower body.Worried that it might be a second surgery the doctors hadn't told him about, he finally got enough energy to pull his hospital gown up enough so he could look at what was making him so uncomfortable.Taped firmly across his pubic hair were three wide strips of adhesive tape, the kind that takes everything with it when you pull it off.Written in large black letters across the tape was the sentence:'Get well quick..... From the nurse you gave a ticket to last week.'
Off to a meeting at the district facility tomorrow in what will likely be a long day. At least I’m physically recovered (if not mentally) to deal with it – tonight was the first time in over a week that we managed a walk and the poor dog had almost forgotten what the leash looked like.
I’ll put Maxine on hold one more evening as I share a cat cartoon that baby daughter sent along – guess where she’s studying the class bit tickled her fancy.
